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I ask you, Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out? God I saw your prophet at that festival I think they bought him up a house on the Western Coast Who Want It I see men speaking of love and they’re speaking of god But when those profits are to low they’re on that radio dial Who Want It You Get It There’s static in their melodies, some are moving backwards, You ain’t making breakups songs? You ain’t moving to Calabasas What you thought you were making change? Music about the money in the long run never pays Who’s gonna be the ‘man’ when the money runs out, Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out, You’re gonna buy those Jordans with that Nike swoosh? I may never be a prophet but at least I ain’t you Who Want It I ask you, Who’s gonna be a prophet man we bought them all out We Want It
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
My Sell-Out Prophet
I ask you, Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out? God I saw your prophet at that festival I think they bought him up a house on the Western Coast Who Want It I see men speaking of love and they’re speaking of god But when those profits are to low they’re on that radio dial Who Want It You Get It There’s static in their melodies, some are moving backwards, You ain’t making breakups songs? You ain’t moving to Calabasas What you thought you were making change? Music about the money in the long run never pays Who’s gonna be the ‘man’ when the money runs out, Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out, You’re gonna buy those Jordans with that Nike swoosh? I may never be a prophet but at least I ain’t you Who Want It I ask you, Who’s gonna be a prophet man we bought them all out We Want It
This goes to a beat, I originally wrote it as a rap verse.
#society#rap#money#prophet#alex#durow
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
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